"What day is it?"

"It's been exactly three months since I entered the mountain."

"How many times have I been in danger?"

"Bandits, rolling stones, cliffs, vipers, gale, mountain tigers, night owls, quicksand, hail, a total of nine times."

"Nine times... not too many or too few, is the boy okay?"

"He's still in good health."

The old man stopped talking, put down the hot wine cup, and closed his eyes.

He sat on a thick felt carpet, with a long table in front of him, on which were warmed wine and fresh fruits. Behind him stood three men in white, all wearing masks, who were concentrating on looking at the huge disc on the right side of the hall. The disc was suspended above the hall by a snake-like jade silk, and its body was silver-white. The frame was carved with twelve different beasts, which matched the twelve auxiliary stars, and in the middle was a group of clear crystal.

The moonlight was like water, pouring down on the intricate patterns of the disc, causing the light to overflow. The huge disc was like a silver moon hanging in the sky, and a short figure emerged from the mirror surface of the disc.

Looking at the scene on the disc, the man in white in the middle frowned slightly.

"What's wrong?"

The old man closed his eyes and did not turn around, but the subtle changes in the expression of the person behind him could not escape his mind.

"That boy... he actually reached the Wuguang Peak."

"Oh? The Tianzhuan Cliff and the Wuguang Peak are separated by dozens of feet, with only a thin chain in between. Could a child under fifteen years old fly? Humph, are you teasing me?"

Hearing the surprise and dissatisfaction in the old man's tone, the man in white quickly replied, "Reporting to the Lord, the child took off his shirt and rolled it into a rope, then slid across the Tianzhuan Cliff with the chain hanging on it. But after he reached the Tianguang Peak, he threw his clothes off the cliff. This is strange, and I don't understand it."

His eyes suddenly opened, and the old man's blank eyes trembled slightly, and then he laughed, "How could a mere child do something that you can't understand? Haha, ignorant boy, dare to do this on the Qianren Peak. It seems that you don't need to do anything, he will be frozen to death after tonight."

The man in white was shocked when he heard this, and looked at the old man's back in disbelief, with surprise and disappointment flashing in his eyes.

Lord, do you still want him to die?

This is Luoyun Mountain Range, located at the end of Yunzhou by the Canglan Sea, high and continuous. Yunzhou is known as a wild land, not only because it is far away from the central imperial domain of the Dayu Dynasty, with only two small vassal states, Liu and Xin, but also because there are many ethnic groups here, the people are not educated, and the strength of the Jianghu sects and even the bandits is so strong that they can compete with the government. It is a famous chaotic place.

There are hundreds of families living at the foot of Luoyun Mountain, gradually forming several small villages. Although it is far away from Liu and Xin, and there is no trade, these families can rely on the sea and the mountains, and they don’t worry about their livelihood. I don’t know when it started, and the news that there is a tower in Luoyun Mountain spread from here. So, every year, every month, every day, people come from all directions, trying to climb up the Luoyun Mountain Range to visit the gods and seek the way to immortality.

How can ordinary people attempt to climb the towering and steep Luoyun Mountain Range? After just a few days, many people retreated, and those who persisted all died in the dangers of Luoyun Mountain Range. But the more this happened, the more the rumor spread, and later, it attracted many powerful warriors.

When these masters reached the top of Luoyun Mountain with difficulty, they were greeted by the ruthless killing of the white-clothed man. Several years later, the white-clothed servants, who all had their own legendary stories, gradually realized that the rumor about the gods was spread by their master. As for the purpose, they were not clear. Just to kill people? Although the master was cold-blooded and ruthless, he ordered them to kill those warriors who dared to go up the mountain, but the master was definitely not a boring person.

The boy in front of them, who had persisted for three months and was gradually valued by the master, made them more enlightened. Although they did not dare to ask, the white-clothed servants watched curiously.

This boy might be the one the master was looking for.

However, to their surprise, when this boy with persistence and perseverance far beyond his age was about to reach the top of the mountain, he was still met with the ruthless killing of the master.

The master was indeed extraordinary, and his thoughts were not something we could guess. The man in white in the middle sighed slightly, looking at the boy in the round plate who was struggling in the cold wind with some regret.

"Huh?" Another man in white couldn't help but be slightly surprised.

"What's wrong?" The old man looked at the copper plate with pale eyes, his eyes did not show any light.

"The child wiped his body with snow, and then smeared it on his body... It seems to be dragon whale oil."

Grabbing the wine cup, he raised his head and drank the warm wine, and a light blush appeared on the old man's face.

"Abandoning clothes to strengthen his will, applying snow to stimulate his courage, and applying dragon whale oil to strengthen his spirit, the little kid has a good mind... Are you sure he is not yet fifteen years old?"

"I dare not deceive the Lord." Dozens of people in white in the hall bowed and said.

"It's just a little boy, why is he so persistent? What a pity... Such a young child wants to ask for the secret of immortality? People in the world are full of gossip." The old man sneered and shook his head, muttering, "Then why did he go to Luoyun Mountain?" "Are there really immortals?" The boy walked on the snowy mountaintop with increasingly slow steps. Even though he was not afraid of the cold wind after applying dragon whale oil, his eyes began to blur due to hunger and fatigue. "It's just weird and supernatural. How can there be immortals in this world? At most, they are just powerful warriors." The boy lowered his head and grabbed a handful of snow to smear on his swollen face, trying his best to keep himself awake. Looking at the palace on the top of the mountain in the distance, which was faintly shining with silver light, the boy lowered his head and stared at the pancake he took out of his arms. "There are three slices left, one slice every two days, which is six days. Six days, maybe we can really climb there." The boy squeezed out a smile on his swollen face, with hope in bitterness. "Daddy said that only by persisting in one's determination and not being trapped by hardships can one achieve success. I have thrown my clothes into the abyss, and there is no way back. If I fail, I will die on this Luoyun Mountain." A ray of determination that did not match his age flashed in the boy's eyes. He tore the hard pancake into two halves, mixed it with a handful of snow, and stuffed it into his mouth.

He swallowed the pancake hard, and his stomach seemed to be cut by a hard knife. The boy sat down in the ice and snow, grabbed a handful of snow, and rubbed it on his face.

"What's your name?"

In the cold wind, an old voice suddenly came.

The boy was startled and looked up suddenly. He saw a group of people in white clothes appearing on the white snow in front of him. Under the white clothes, there was a thin old man wearing only thin linen clothes. The old man seemed to have difficulty walking and had been sitting in the sedan chair. When the boy met the old man's eyes, he was slightly stunned. The white eyes were dim and lifeless. Even though the old man's face was facing him, there was no shadow in his eyes.

Just now, there was a vast expanse in front of him. How come so many people appeared in the blink of an eye? Like ghosts. Am I dead? The boy's heart shuddered and he squeezed his arm hard. The pain came after a long time, but it was very real.

Staring blankly at the group of white-clothed people standing on the top of the mountain in the cold wind not far away, and the old man in the middle who closed his eyes and seemed to be dozing, the boy's face gradually flushed. He looked at the old man with great surprise, and murmured, "Could he be..."

The old voice sounded again, saying exactly the same words, but with a bit of impatience.

"What's your name?" The boy stood up excitedly and shouted: "Camden." "Where are you from?" "Yangzhou." "What are you doing?" "I came to find you, sir." "What do you want from me?" "I hope to serve you with a broom." "So what?" "I hope to learn martial arts from you." The cold wind was blowing, and there was no sound except that. The white-clothed attendants looked at each other, shook their heads helplessly, and looked at Camden with sympathy. Camden, surrounded by excitement, just looked at the blind old man passionately, and didn't notice the pity of the white-clothed people at all. After a long silence, the old man spoke again. "How old are you this year?"

"Just turned ten."

"Ten years old, a ten-year-old can speak fluently and have such great ambitions." The old man turned his head and "looked" into the distance, and came back to his senses after a long time, "You are not here to find immortals."

Camden was stunned for a moment, and then said coldly, "There are no immortals in this world."

"Well said, there are indeed no so-called immortals. Then you know who I am, right, little kid?"

After a slight hesitation, Camden looked at the old man and said with a stiff upper lip, "In the vast ocean, there is a beast named Dragon. I stepped on the falling clouds just to bury the dragon. You are the most famous person in the world. "The famous dragon slayer."

"Just to bury the dragon... What's your mother's surname?"

"Single surname Luo."

"No wonder, it turns out you are the descendant of an old friend. But it's not easy to find this place."

"I have gone through all kinds of difficulties to find you, and I hope to serve you and learn your military and literary skills."

"Military and literary skills... Little kid, you have such a big heart. You can learn if you want, but wait until the next life."

Wait until the next life...

Camden's face changed drastically when he heard this, and he opened his mouth, not caring to rub his stiff hands and feet, panting and looking at the dragon slayer in disbelief.

Wait until the next life, what does it mean?

As if he sensed something, the dragon slayer sneered at the corner of his mouth, and a low and hoarse voice sounded: "Because, you are going to die."

After speaking, the old man raised his hand, and the waiter in white brought warm wine and delicacies and placed them on the table in front of the old man. The cold wind blew, and it seemed that it would never stop. The cold wind wrapped in the aroma of delicious food flowed in front of Zhou Jijun's nose, but the hungry boy had no appetite at all. He just looked at the cold old man in horror, his body trembling.

"My Luoyun Mountain is not for ordinary people to climb. Although you have a strong character, your fate is not for me." The old man drank the wine and said without any emotion, "Kill him."

A man in white stood out from the crowd. His expression could not be seen. He just drew the long knife at his waist and approached Camden who was kneeling in the snow step by step.

Even though he had experienced countless hardships that ordinary people would never encounter in their lifetime, Camden was only a ten-year-old child after all. No matter how strong his will was, when the last hope was slowly shattered like a bubble, he was about to die on this mountain that no one would ever set foot on again. Camden couldn't help trembling all over, his face was ashen.

The world was spinning, and he could vaguely see the beautiful poetry and dance music by the Yangtze River. His mother's soft hands slowly stroked his head, and she held him in her arms and looked at him quietly, her warmth like the tide by the river in summer. But that happened a long, long time ago, and mother is now thousands of miles away from him...

"What is the pursuit of ambition? With no thoughts in mind, no temporary happiness, even if you are higher than the top of the stars or fall at the end of the sea, as long as the heart of Tao is there, you will get it even if you die a thousand times. Jijun, everyone should have something they pursue, and it can be found in every year and even every day of your life. Daddy and your uncles were framed by those villains, and my wife left home, but I never lost heart. When I found my way, I went to pick up your mother and take back everything our family deserves. You are the same, even if everyone in the world thinks you are a waste, you can't let yourself fall. The first step to find it is to stick to your heart."

After the turmoil several years ago, my father, who was a great scholar but a commoner, took Camden and fled Yangzhou in the mockery and contempt of the world's aristocratic families. Along the way, in addition to teaching Camden to read and write, only this sentence impressed Camden deeply. At that moment, he was slightly shocked by the indomitable aura emanating from his father, who was not good at martial arts but was full of profound knowledge.

…

A chill flashed through his mind, and Camden suddenly opened his eyes wide. The fatigue lurking in his body was forcibly suppressed by him, and his frightened eyes looking at the man in white gradually calmed down.

“Sure enough, I am just a child. I shouldn’t disobey my father and carry him here. The old dragon slayer is said to have a strange personality and unpredictable likes and dislikes. It’s true.”

“But…”

The boy buried his head and whispered, seemingly not noticing that the man in white with cruel eyes was approaching him step by step like a poisonous snake. The sharp knife flashed, as if a silver chain cut through the sky. Not to mention Camden, a mere child, even a waterfall could stop flowing under this knife.

Seeing that the white light and the child were only a few feet away, it seemed that the boy who overestimated his ability could be chopped into pieces in the blink of an eye. The leading man in white couldn’t help but sigh.

The dragon-slaying old man drank a full cup of wine, looking relaxed.